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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.