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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.