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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.