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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.