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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.