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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Television,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.