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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gong to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Brick,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.