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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.