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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.