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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.