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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.