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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.