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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.