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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Slave,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.