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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.