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 Australia and from Houston.
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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.