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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
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John Lydon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.