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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.