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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.