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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.