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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.