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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.