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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.