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 Laos 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.