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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.