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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.