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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.