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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Monks,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.