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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.