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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.