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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
MC5,
the Normal,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.