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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.