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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.