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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.