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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.