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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sherman,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.