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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.