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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.