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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.