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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.