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 Iran and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Oneida to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.