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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
New Order,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.