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 Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.