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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
X-101,
Organ,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.