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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.