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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Wire,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.