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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.