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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.