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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.