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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.