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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.