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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Index,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.