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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.