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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Visage,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.