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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.