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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.