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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.