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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Can,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.