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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.