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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.