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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.