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 Poland and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Q65,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.