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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Television,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.