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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maurizio 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images 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?
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.