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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.