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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.