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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.