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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Franke,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.