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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.