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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.