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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 DNA to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.