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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.