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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.