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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.