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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.