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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
UT,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.