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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
the Association,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.