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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.