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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.