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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.