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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Smiths 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.