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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.