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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.