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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Victims,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.