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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.