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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.