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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
John Cale,
X-102,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.