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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Television,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.