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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.