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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.