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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.