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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.