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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.