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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.