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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.