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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.