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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.