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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.