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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.