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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.