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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Lyres,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.