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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.