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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.