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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.