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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.