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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.