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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.