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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.