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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.