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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.