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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Aswad,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.