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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.