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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Mars,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.