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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.