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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.