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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.