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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.