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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.