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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.