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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Selecter to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.