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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Move,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.