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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Mars,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.