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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.