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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.