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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.