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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.