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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.