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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.