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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.