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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.