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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.