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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Technova 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.