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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.