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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.