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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.