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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.