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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.