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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.