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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.