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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.