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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.