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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.