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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.