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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.