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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.