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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Nico,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.