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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Smog,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.