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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.