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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mars to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.