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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.