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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.