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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.