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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.