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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Cameo,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.