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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.