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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.