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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.