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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Smog,
John Cale,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.