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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.