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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.