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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.