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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
X-102,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.