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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.