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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.