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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Faust,
Nico,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.