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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.