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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.