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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.