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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.