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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.