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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.