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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 808 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.