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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.