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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
cv313,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.