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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.