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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.