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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.