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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.