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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Nico,
UT,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.