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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New Order,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.