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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.