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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.