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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
The Wake,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.