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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.