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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.