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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Index,
Scientists,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.