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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Can,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.