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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.