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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.