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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Index,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.