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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Martian,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.