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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.