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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.