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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.