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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.