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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.