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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Technova to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
MDC,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.