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 Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.