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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.