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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.