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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.