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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.