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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Pole,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.