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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.