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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.