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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Wire,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.