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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.