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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.