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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.