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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.