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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Technova to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Hoover,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.