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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.