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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.