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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.