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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
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.