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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.