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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.