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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.