Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.