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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.