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 Manchester.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.