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 Romania 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.