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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.