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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Lalann 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.