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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.