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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.