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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 Hoover to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.