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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.