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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.