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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.