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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.