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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.