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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Lyres,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.