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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.