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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.