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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.