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 Armenia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.