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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Mars,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.