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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.