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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.