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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.