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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.