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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.