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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.