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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.