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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.