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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.