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 Senegal and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Lalann,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.