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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Technova,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.