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 France and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.