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 Tonga and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
New Order,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.