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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.