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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Nico,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.