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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.