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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Nico,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.