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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Technova,
The Standells,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.