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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.