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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.