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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.