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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.