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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.