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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Television,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Motorama,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.