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 China and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.