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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.