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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Victims,
Technova,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Index,
the Sonics,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.