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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Swans,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.