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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
The Names,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.