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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Index,
Organ,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.