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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.