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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.