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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.