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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.