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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.