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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Human League,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.