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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.