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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.