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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.