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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.