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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.