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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.