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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Crime,
Smog,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.