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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.