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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.