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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
UT,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.