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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
MDC,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.