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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.