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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.