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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.