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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.