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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Index,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.