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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.