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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.