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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.