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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.