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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.