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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.