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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.