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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
DNA,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Slave,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.