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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.