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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.