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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.