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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Index,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.