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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.