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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Nas,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.