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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.