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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.