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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.