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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.