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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.