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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.