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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Slave,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.