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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.