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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.