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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.