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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
the Human League,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.