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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.