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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.