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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.