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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.