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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.