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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.