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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.