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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Excepter,
ABBA,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
John Holt,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.