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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.