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 Seychelles 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.