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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.