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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.