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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.