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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.