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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.