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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.