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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Cure,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.