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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.