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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.