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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
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.