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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.