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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.