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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.