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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.