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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.