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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.