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 India and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Television,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.