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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.