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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Japan,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Aswad,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.