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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.