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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.