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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Zapp,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.