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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.