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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.