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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.