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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.