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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.