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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.