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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.