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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.