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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Ituana,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.