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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Television,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.