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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.