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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.