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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.