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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.