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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.