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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.