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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.