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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Can,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Victims,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.