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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.