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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.