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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.