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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.