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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.