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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.