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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.