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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.