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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.