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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.