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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.