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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.