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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.