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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.