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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.