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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.