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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.