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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.