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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Ossler,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.