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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.