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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s 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 John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.