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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Faust,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.