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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.