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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.