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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.