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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.