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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.