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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.