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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Excepter,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.