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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.