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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Television,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Gong,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.