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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.