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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Index,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.