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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.