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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.