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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.