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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.