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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Franke,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.