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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.