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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Remains 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 punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Swans,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.