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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.