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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Index,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.