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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.