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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.