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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Franke,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.