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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.