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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Scion to the crunk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.