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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.