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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.