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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Pole,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.