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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.