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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.