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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.