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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.