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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.