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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.