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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
UT,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.