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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.