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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the disco 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.