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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.