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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.