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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.