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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
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The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.