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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.