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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.