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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.