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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.