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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Section 25,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.