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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.