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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.