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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.