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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.