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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.