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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Magma,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.