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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.