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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.