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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.