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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.