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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.