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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.