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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.