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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.