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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trumans Water 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Monks,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
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.