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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.