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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.