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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.