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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.