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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.