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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.