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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.