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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.