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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Q65,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.