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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Slave,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.