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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.