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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.