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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.