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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.