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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.