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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.