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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
the Association,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.