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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.