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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.