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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.