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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Chrome,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.