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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.