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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.