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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.