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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.