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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Wings,
DNA,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.