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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.