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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.