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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Scion,
Ronan,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.