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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.