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 Malta and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.