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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Shoche,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.