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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.