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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.