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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.