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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
the Association,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.