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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Fall,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.