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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.