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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.