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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.