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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
The Fall,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.