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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.