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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.