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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.