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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Faust,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.