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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.