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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.