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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.