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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.