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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.