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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Brick,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Organ,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.