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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.