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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.