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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Nas,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.