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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.