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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
The Move,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.