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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.