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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.