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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
X-102,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.