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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.