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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.