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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.