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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.