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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.